I lay back on my clean white pillow,
Thinking of the tears I saw in the young soul's eyes.
He looked up at me, and his face had lit up with a strange fire.
It seemed, to me, that I was the embodiment of all heroism and liberty to him,
But alas, I am not, not yet.
As I lay there thinking,
A young orphaned girl comes her cheeks rosy and shining,
Her colorful linens showing she is well taken of.
As she smiled at me, I knew deep in my heart that there was hope for these unfortunate souls.
~Lieutenant Bubbles
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All right, this is called a "found poem". I did this for school in eighth grade. I've been told it's one of my best poems. Anyway, the story I used for this found poem was, I believe, A Diary for Anne Frank. No, I do not see myself as some savior ((as I've been told this poem makes it sound)), I just like writing in first person. And... Let's see... At the time I made this, I had a... fascination, of sorts, with orphans.
Please tell me what y'all think, thank you!
